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[kassettiswriting]

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Does your character miss anyone? Why do they miss this person? What would they be willing to do in order to see them again?

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I love rambling on about my stories,,

They can be very dark though :((

I do have happyish ones though I swear

i go off on a long ramble I'm super sorry, it's a long post 

My story, The Sickness features my character called Adam Williams, who used to work as a doctor in the only hospital around his area and He was married to a woman called Sarah Anderson, who was a nurse working alongside him, after they were married they had a son who was called Tommy Williams.

But things started to go south when he was born...

TW/CW: mentions of child death, hospital mention, funerals, abusive behaviours(hitting/shouting), vomit, asphyxiation 

Sarah started to become jealous of Tommy because of how Adam seemed to spend time with him a lot and not want to do anything risky anymore that they used to do together like drinking, etc.

Because Sarah was a drug addict and had a lot of dangerous addictions, she could also be very verbally abusive to Adam.

After her jealously for her child becomes too much she sets up a plan and spikes his morning drink and cereal, afterwards Tommy went to school after the drink and became very ill, vomiting up and passing out in school.

Adam immediately being there when he heard the news and checked up on him while Sarah listened in behind the door as they told him, he may not make it and Adam was distraught, crying over Tommy while he tried to help him as best as he could think off

While Sarah was laughing all the way down the halls.

After days and days of trying to save his son and skipping sleep, food and water, Sarah stepped in and talked to him privately she started to tell him to just “give up on him” as “he is already far gone”, Adam was inraged and just threw his wedding ring off, walking away from her but Sarah didn't like this one bit. 

Sneaking into Tommy's room and unplugged his life support, grabbing his pillow and started to smother him in it, only pulling away when he went limp.

When the plug was pulled, the loud beeping started and doctors, nurses rushed into the room, some froze when they saw Sarah standing over him with the plug and pillow in hand, as Tommy was dead.

Adam rushed in as everyone was frozen and he screamed out, rushing over to Tommy and trying to bring him back instead of focusing on Sarah, which made her angrier and she started to scream at him,

 “why don't you like me?”

 “why is it always about Tommy?”

 “Don't you love me?”

“What about me?”

“Don't I matter?” 

Suddenly everything started to go in slow motion for Adam, everything went so slowly and he felt so light, everything felt so far away and he didn't realise that he was wrapping his hands around Sarah's throat,

 throwing her down and choking her against the floor Everything was flashing different colours in his eyes and he couldn't recognise anything he couldn't feel anything, he could only squeeze harder until something he couldn't see stopped writhing,

  He could hear faint sirens but he didn't pay any mind to it, only squeezing harder until he snapped out of it and let go of his grasp on her neck when he was violently shoved onto the ground by a police officer, as his vision shifted back to normal he was shaking violently and they were putting Sarah in handcuffs before they tried to put Adam in handcuffs but the other doctors reasoned with the officers that it was self-defence and that they all just witnessed her murder there child, the police officers didn't believe them all at first, there's no way a mother would do that to her own child, right? But after they reviewed the security footage with Adam and the other doctors, they put her in for murder for 10 years Adam was arrested for assault but was let go due to bail from his doctor friends, Adam was standing in the graveyard, in all black watching as a tiny coffin was dropped into the wet dirt and he couldn't stop the tears rushing down his face, he couldn't stop shaking. He was the only one who attended the funeral, all of Sarah's family blaming him for everything and cutting all contact, even his own sister who was best friends with Sarah, all of them accusing him of abusing her and forcing her into it. The only one who was there was the pastor, who stayed with him even after the funeral had ended, but Adam didn't care about anything He just lost his own son, he couldn't breathe or think, all he felt was the pain. He was completely alone now, not for very long, he thought what if he could be brought back to life? that thought sparked him into life slightly, doing extensive research online about it he thought he was crazy but he had to try he needed his son back And back would his son be just not in the way he wanted.

He dug him back up, carefully taking his body back to his home before he thought it was too risky to do it here, so he moved to the abandoned bunker he bought years ago but had promptly forgotten about,

he took his son there and prepped the whole bunker up,

even making him his own room.

He wired him up and started to shock him, after a minute there wasn't anything, Adam was getting more upset the less he reacted but he froze when he heard a tiny voice call out to him, 

“papa...?”

Adam whipped around and started to hold the cold boy's cheeks, tearing onto them as he smiled for the first time in days, he was overjoyed but froze again,

It didn't come from his body.

He backed away and he noticed the teddy bear cuddled on the boys chest moving slightly or trying too, it looked up at him and it smiled happily, waving its arms in the air at him and trying to crawl to the frozen Adam

“Papa!”

He said he would do anything for him, his son was back and he was going to stay for good now. 

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Murder

Eyesore knew what murder was. Murder was blood and violence and the sound of bones snapping, the smell of bodies that began to eat themselves away. She knew what murder was. And this, to her, was not murder. She would go so far as to call it mercy.

She never raised her knife, never broke skin. Yes flesh twisted and bones were reshaped, but not by her.

She just watched. Standing to the side as she pulled away the skin of reality, giving way to the smallest glance at a new sun, breathing and beating in its half-born sleep. Not yet awake, not yet birthed. But something stepped forward, out from burning light, into cold. No longer dark under the staring of the unborn sun.

The thing was tall even as it stooped, its head could not be seen, should it even have one, and its neck stretched up to the ceiling, up into nothing. It was flesh and bone, and only that. Like layers of skin had been pulled away- or simply not formed- it was red and pinkish, wet and mishapen. Its limbs were long and gangly, gnarled and twisted muscle attempting to form a chest that pulsed unevenly, attached to two reaching arms.

It was a mockery. A sick imitation of a human, with it's distended ribcage and humanoid stature. It shifted, as if to give the impression of tilting its head, coyly and curiously, like a child watching a new toy begin to breath and scream in panic.

That's all the man really was to it now. Though he refused to scream, instead yelling his denied alarm.

"I'm not afraid. I am not scared. I am not afraid of you."

He was a poor liar, but Eyesore didn't mind. She didn't need him to be afraid, though she found that fear could make the skin move in unique formations.

They never lasted, once their mind connected to what they would be, they became willing, allowing flesh to bend and warp with ease.

Often she wished they would resist all through it, just to see the patterns of terror and refusal ripple across their new bodies. Across her own tongue. Some did resist all through. But it was rare, and never lasted.

Again the man denied, even as the creature lurched forward, it's mocking form stumbling like a newborn babe.

"I am not scared of you. You do not scare me."

Eyesore sighs at the pitiful sight of him. Her lips part with it, a soft noise escaping, the bare hint of a voice she never used and never will use. a sleek black husk slips out, thin legs, hidden under a sheening shell, scuttling over her lips and down her chin, dropping onto the floor, translucent wings flitting to break it's fall.

The man tries not to scream, scrambling back away from it. At last it's hand is around his head, wet flesh into screaming flesh. Slow and exploratory as a child, it's imitated hand pressing into his face, his pores, his bones.

It wants to make a new design. This one is old. Outdated. He hates new things. he hates change.

The flip phone is his pocket rings loudly, slipping out as he writhes, his muffled fear allowing the creature to here the melody of his mistress ring out. It stops to his relief. And continues to his despair. Pressing into him with a new idea. A new hand reaches for the phone and answers the call for him, pressing the speaker into his throat. She will hear every last scream. He will feel the plastic thing press into his vocal cords, severing them.

Eyesore stares. A small shudder passes as new blood flows in her veins. New vigor in her heart as she feels his body warp and become her sister's vision.

The unborn sun croons wordlessly with delight.

The man sobs and begs, though his resistance is short.

It is a mercy, she decides, for his wife, who never met the woman he loved.

The darkness returns as skin is replaced on the world, and the sun's womb is hidden from sight.

A flip phone rings loudly on the floor. A plastic thing with an eye engraved on the top. It's tune is a screaming melody.

Eyesore kicks it to the side. She has no use for it, and she's certain someone else will find it for her soon enough.

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The Sky Is Blue

Those creatures came, unstoppable in those machines, charging through the gate. We fled, though most of those who helped bring them here were grinning, even as they were crushed. And then the sky turned blue and I cried. The worst of it though, was that I couldn't even hate them for it.

Even as those things tore through our world, turning our sky blue and killing any who resisted being put to work in the hundreds of factories they made. I couldn't hate them. Because of their smile. That horrible, godforsaken, hopeful smile, that lit up their eyes and made me fall for them at the very beginning. They were always so optimistic. Even when they brought death incarnate, they hoped for a better future.

They wanted a bright sky, and they received it.

They wanted new leaders, and they received them.

It only costed them everything, and was nothing they had hoped for.

They still smiled though. Through the blood. And the tears. And my screaming. They just smiled that stupid hopeful smile.

They told me they would find a way to fix it.

I told them I wished it killed them.

They smiled and said they wished it had too.

We wouldn't talk again after that.

They tried to.

During the work. I didn't even know what the work was. We'd look at vague shapes on a conveyor belt, and if they weren't the right vague shape, we'd mark them and put them in boxes with labels we couldn't read.

I never replied when they spoke to me.

I was busy pretending I hated them.

I didn't and I think they knew.

I wanted them to die because I couldn't hate them. Because I wanted so badly to hate them.

I suppose they did, in a way. They began to forget.

First their name, obeying only the name they were given by our new leaders. Worker 3784, stationed at Factory 83, Sorting Department 5.

Worker 3784 was soon all they responded to. Or, sometimes, just the cruel nicknames the officers gave them whenever the came to watch us. I hated the officers. And I was glad I could.

Then they forgot me. Which only started hurting, when they forgot everything else, all that time together, all those years together. It hurt. It felt wasted. I felt wasted. I couldn't even hope they'd fall in love with me again.

They forgot I was even there. I know they did. Because I told them I was leaving. And they looked at me and asked if I was new. And I screamed at them. They just smiled. And told me the confusion and fear was natural.

I wanted to kill them. So I cried. And they worked. And I left. And they never even noticed.

The sky is still blue.

And I couldn't even hate them for it.